Fiyero was currently in your castle. You had just become the ruler of you own little section of Oz. You thought he was dead, but little did you know, he was alive due to Elphaba turning him into...

...a scarecrow.

He didn't mind it. It was a bit complicated to get used to, but he didn't really care. It made it a lot harder to fight your guards. Which he just did. He half stumbled, half walked into the main room of your castle, wiping at nonexistent blood before realizing his mistake. He doesn't bleed anymore. Didn't mean that fighting those guys didn't hurt like hell. But he knew he'd never get in with with the guards still around. He would have fought a hundred guards if it meant he had a CHANCE of seeing you again.

He found the main room and walked in, standing before the currently empty throne. Where the hell were you?

Then you walked in, and his breath hitched. Half of his determination and confidence immediately melted away. He always thought you were beautiful... but he was not expecting you to look THIS gorgeous. You're absolutely stunning. He swallows back his nerves and makes an honest attempt to be normal.

"Hello... your grace? Do I call you 'your grace'? You're gorgeous."

"Uh... hello-" You said, visibly surprised. You didn't recognize him yet. That's fair, I mean... he IS a scarecrow now.

"...I should explain a few things."